calling out from the heart

Each one of us is born with an inherent cry in our heart for connection.  A connection to people, a connection to creation, a connection to our Creator.  We have it from the moment we are conceived until we draw our last breath. Some of us ignore it, or set it aside to fill later.  Some try to fill it with fleeting things, temporal, material things– things that will not last.  Others recognize the cry as the cry of any child for a parent– our Heavenly Father. We cry out and He answers– every time.

The other evening I was filled with the overwhelming desire to cry out to my Heavenly Father to just praise Him and find joy in His presence in my heart.

The next morning I woke to this view–

And the Heavens declare the glory of the Lord

  And the Heavens declare the glory of the Lord

I couldn’t help but think it was a response to my singing to Him the night before.  Immediately, this song came to mind from Rich Mullins.  May you hear the crying out in your heart today for your Heavenly Father and may you hear His answer of “I am here, my child.”

Well the moon moved past Nebraska
And spilled laughter on them cold Dakota Hills
And angels danced on Jacob’s stairs
Yeah, they danced on Jacob’s stairs
There is this silence in the Badlands
And over Kansas the whole universe was stilled
By the whisper of a prayer
The whisper of a prayer

And a single hawk bursts into flight
And in the east the whole horizon is in flames
I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

I can feel the earth tremble
Beneath the rumbling of the buffalo hooves
And the fury in the pheasant’s wings
And there’s fury in a pheasant’s wings
And it tells me the Lord is in His temple
And there is still a faith that can make the mountains move
And a love that can make the heavens ring
And I’ve seen love make heaven ring

Where the sacred rivers meet
Beneath the shadow of the Keeper of the plains
I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

From the place where morning gathers
You can look sometimes forever ’til you see
What time may never know
What time may never know
How the Lord takes by its corners this old world
And shakes us forward and shakes us free
To run wild with the hope
To run wild with the hope

The hope that this thirst will not last long
That it will soon drown in a song not sung in vain
And I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And I hear the prairies calling out Your name

And I know this thirst will not last long
That it will soon drown in the song not sung in vain
I feel thunder in the sky
I see the sky about to rain
And with the prairies I am calling out Your name

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About gretchenr17

Wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. Writer, farmer, fellow sojourner... at every turn I learn a bit more about God's wild mercies.
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